Sunday, June 16, 2013


Feathered, deluged in fluff
White as unsullied light
You swooped down 
And descended atop me.

You claws sank into my flesh
And your beak tore my screams out
Your spatulate neck gurgled with
The blood of my inarticulate pain.

You, claiming violence as metaphysics
Your incandescent purity blurred
Curded my virginity with negation of being
And stippled it with daubs of nothingness.

Yet, vertiginous me, in the mirror
Still sees my specular image
You defined, outlined against me
Yet without me, a blank.

You touched me but can't touch me.

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